Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1887-08-06

The red rose cries, She Is near, she is near;
The larkspur listens-T hear, I hear;
And the lily whispers, wait
Given perfect summer; given the fresl
scent of roses and murmuring breeze.
floating; given our own time and purse
we'll lined, and we may consider the season
perfect symbol Of happy world.
Yet some people, apparently possessing
all these Ingredients, can not make theil
cake. and seem to have hard time realiz.
ing good time. They seem never to have
learned as fact in experience what exists
in theory, that summer vacat. ons are in
tended as times of recreation. On the
other hand, they do as much worrying
planning and real hard labor in attempting
to have q recreation as is necessary to ac-
complish most stupendous business un-
dertaking.
But then summer holiday is moment
Gus happening, and there never was any
thing of moment accomplished in this
world without work.
Devotion is feminine characteristic,
and every capable woman is devoted heart
and soul to some object or other, and that
makes up her life. Some are devoted to
charity. They coax and beg, they wish
and fume, and deny themselves Injuries
in its name. Others rise early and go to
bed late in their fanatical devotion to
woman's rights and wrongs. A few wom-
en- devote themselves to their children and
poodles. or kill themselves trying to live in
o perfectly kept house.
But for concentrated persistency and un-
wearyful enthusiasm commend me to the
woman on the hunt for pleasure. She is
not content with any half service. She
surrenders herself completely to its con-
temptation and contamination.
She will beard the lion who holds the
purse until he consents to allow her to
half kill herself getting ready for the
jaunt, while he meekly disgorges in very
self defense.
She will labor with the Dress maker and
the sewing machine, months, in order that
she may be properly dressed for her few
weeks of pleasure.
And when she is started she has no time
for ennui or to ask if life is worth living.
She will climb miles in tight shoes to
gaze upon grand and impressive scenery.
She will blink her eyes and go picnicking
In delicious state of mind, with The
at ninety-seven degrees, at
tended by q swarm of satellites of flies,
millers, and mosquitoes.
ono WILL array uo16c11 IL bu0cu 04uBlluB
and never think of the hot, sitting hours
spent over the ironing table in their prepa-
nation.
She will loll back in her shaded car
Rage and enjoy the air caused by the
motion, and never think of the horses trot-
ling in the hot sunshine, In heavy harness,
without parasol.
How in the world IL she to stop and |
blink Of such things. It il good thing |
he does not. What would become Of the |
world If she did? We would all become
PERMITS, Puritans, and there would be no |
pleasure left in the world.
May the spirit Of self sacrifice still en- |
hrall her and encourage her to keep the |
wheel moving.
IL with it all she could manage in lit |
IL moro retirement, and on these summer |
rips live in something resembling semi |
Ieclusion, we would forgive her freely.
Privncy may be out Of fashion, but many |
,eople do still enjoy il.
The light Of her gorgsousness need not
70 hidden under . bushsl; just let her cover
10 half bushel Of il. Confdentially, Ia |
lies, IL will add to your eclaf.
This is naturally : good-nstured and
generous sphere. e sxults IN al your
reaks and frolics IN society, but Il = apt !
. grow ill-tempered when you push upon
your private a1zAira.